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Fire ablaze in the forge Gold and silver smelting to Incandescence Moulds laid out on the bench Drawings guiding from an Orange-lit wall The artist raises his strengthening arms He invokes The Muse She answers with a silent breath The hair on the back of his neck Climbs ***** Released from slumber All of his animal spirits converge New treasure is born
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Artist
Fire ablaze in the forge Gold and silver smelting to Incandescence Moulds laid out on the bench Drawings guiding from an Orange-lit wall The artist raises his strengthening arms He invokes The Muse She answers with a silent breath The hair on the back of his neck Climbs ***** Released from slumber All of his animal spirits converge New treasure is born
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
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